Chapter 7

The alarm went off.

“Shit! Monday morning. I snuggled down into the warm bed dreading the thought of going to work. I pushed my bum back into Rob’s lap and tried to get back to sleep, but his hand slid down my belly and, without any foreplay at all thrust into my vagina.

“Ouch! Rob! What the fuck!” I woke up pretty quickly!

“Shush.” We’ve just got time if we don’t mess around.”

And with that tender expression of love he rolled me onto my back and tried to push into me. Oh dear, another disaster. His erection faltered and softened. I grasped his deflating semi hard member and rubbed it up and down my crack and over and around my clitoris. I enjoyed the sensations.

“Much better than my fingers or dildo,” I thought, “but compared to the thrusting cocks of Mike and the Vicar not to mention Phil and his Dad it wasn’t even even in the hunt!”

We continued with this charade until, quietly, almost soundlessly, Rob’s prick erupted onto the outer lips of my cunt. I pushed his flaccid penis as far into me as I could and wondered if, when we decided to have a family, these dregs deposited on rather than in me could get me pregnant.

The trip to work, following a sticky clean up and shower, was the not the usual frustrating half hour from my home, it was a different frustrating forty minutes from Phil’s flat, and I arrived, dressed in my little miss secretary outfit, a little late at our sales office. The office wasn’t too large, after all, the reps were out on the road most of the time. The place comprised of an outer reps’ room and an inner sanctum with two desks, a large one for Miss Ferguson and a smaller one dominated by my word-processor, for me. I pushed my way through the gathered reps (Monday morning was staff meeting day) and entered the smaller inner room.

“Morning Toni, bit tardy this am then?” Miss Ferguson smiled. “Well I suppose being fucked rigid by a new husband beats office work any day! Come on.” She said and swept out into the reps room.

I stopped stunned. Did I hear right? Prim Miss Ferguson can’t have produced a filthy mouthful like that, could she? I turned and watched her smartly clad back as she prepared to conduct the meeting. She had though!

She greeted the eight men with a smile and read through a few memos from head office. She went over the latest sales figures and congratulated the team on a successful week.

“Now, the team results you have been waiting for!”

A stir went round the room.

“Now normally we have only one winner, but today we have two. Usually the rep who sells most units makes most money, but this week that is not the case. Brian, you have sold the most units.” Brian beamed. “But Badri sold four rdg3346722 units and therefore has made the most money. Accordingly you shall both get the prize.”

The two lads looked ecstatic.

I had no idea what this prize was, my duty at these Monday meetings was to collect tea money from everyone, then go out straight away and buy the milk and so on from the cash collected. Normally when I returned everyone was out and about their business.

The meeting broke up and I collected their contributions. I went into the inner room and spoke to Miss Ferguson.

“I’m off then to the shops.”

“No, no not today Toni. Now you’re a married woman, it’s high time you understood how this bonus system works. Push that door closed.”

I did as she asked and then, to my utter amazement Miss Ferguson undid the button at her waist and, with a little shuffling dance she eased her beautiful black pencil skirt down over her hips and off her feet. She hung the skirt over her chair. I had always assumed that Miss Ferguson wore tights. Not so! Black hold up stockings with darker lace tops complimented frilly black French knickers. She slid these down, daintily stepped out of them and folded them neatly onto her desk.

I hadn’t realised how attractive she was. Her black clad legs were beautifully shaped and her high heels emphasised her taught calves. Her pubic hair was short, trimmed and clearly cared for with some care.

“Stick your head into the reps’ room and ask Brian to come in please.”

For a moment I was stunned, How could I have worked for, and with, this prim woman for nearly a year without realising who she really was. I watched her slip out of her jacket and pose in front of me, not naked but wonderfully provocative. Her pure white starched shirt set off her black clad legs with the beautiful dark shadow of her pubic hair showing through the white material. Mature slim and sexy.

“Toni! Call Brian!” She spoke sharply waking me from my paralysis.

I opened the door into the other room.

“Er ... Brian can you come in please?”

Brian had a wide grin on his face as he pushed past me into the room. I moved out into the reps room but Miss Ferguson’s voice stopped me.

“No Toni stay here. As I say it’s time, as a married woman, you learned how this office works. Brian here witnessed your marriage on Saturday.”

Brian smiled at me as I retuned, a bit curious, a bit frightened to my office chair. I was suspicious but not certain of what was to happen. A few people has seen me shafted but this was going to be a first for me, watching another woman have sex. And I was sure that that was what was going to happen. Brian’s zip was already down and he was fumbling with his belt.

Miss Ferguson tuned to her desk and bent forward over it. She rested on her elbows and pushed her bum into the air and wiggled it. She was watching Brian’s approach with a secret smile on her face. Brian’s trousers ended up around his ankles and he waddled over to her. Miss Ferguson looked away and put her head down onto her forearms.

Brian positioned himself behind her and pulled his very respectable rigid penis from under his shirt. He stroked his erection three or four times and came closer to Miss Ferguson. She lifted her head and stared down at her desk top with her tongue clasped in her teeth and showing between her lips. Brian’s cock touched the cunt in front of it and he wiped it up and down the crack. Miss Ferguson’s mouth dropped open and she tensed. The rod was positioned just at the entrance to Miss Ferguson’s body and Brian pushed a part of his length, steadily, into the sexy pit in front of him.

“Aah...” Miss Ferguson’s head jerked back as she gasped, bending her back almost double. She was clearly thrilled at the sensation emanating from her genitals.

Brian paused, withdrew a little, and then with a firm thrust embedded his prick in Miss Ferguson.

My pulse quickened and my pussy oosed.

The action paused, cock lodged firmly in cunt, both of them relishing the exquisite sensations pulsing through their bodies. Miss Ferguson moved her arse, her feet in their black high heels turned slightly inward, easing the cock angle as Brian began a steady thrust to and fro. I watched my boss carefully, wondering if similar expressions chased across my face when hard cocks slipped to and fro within me. Sometimes she ducked her head, with her lower lip clenched between her teeth. Sometimes she shook her head, her short hair bouncing. She looked back between her legs from time to time as if she wanted a glimpse of the tool violating her. Miss Ferguson’s hands were fists and a sheet of paper was clutched, crumpled in one of them.

As Brian’s thrusts quickened, Miss Ferguson began to give little squeaks as the cock drove into her. They were very quiet, almost prim, but they spoke volumes as to what was going on in her body. I was beginning to share her excitement.

“Oh God it’s too much!” Brian was gasping. Miss Ferguson turned, looking over her shoulder at the grimace on Brian’s face.

“I’m cumming!” He drove forward and paused shuddering. Clearly he was depositing his seed in Miss Ferguson. I could sense his balls sending several pluses of sperm through the tube in his cock into her.

She smiled a beatific, secret smile, relishing the sticky filth being pumped into her.